Novel & Cerita No Mask Invincible

she threatened and he snickered. "You're funny, Keisha…" he trailed off. He was caught off guard when she suddenly pulled his mask away. He was stunned for a moment before he grabbed her arm. "You're…" Her mouth opened as she stared at his handsome face without a scar or imperfections. He breathed heavily as she continued staring at him. He held her arm tightly as they looked at each other intensely. "Cat got your tongue?" He leaned forward and smiled as she stayed still. He let go of her arm before taking his fox mask away and putting it on.

Like she was empty of tears. "The mask was a gift from my mom, someone I thought I lost long before I lost my dad, I survived with an injury on my face that the doctors said would scar me. Everyone hated me after that, for taking away their alpha, for being weak and ugly." Lennox's hand came around her and held her close as she exposed more of herself. "The mask was a way of hiding my face so I don't disgust people but more than that it was what helped me stay close to my parents even when the wound was gone, I couldn't be without the mask."

He gave her the money, and their hands slightly touched,and Eric couldn't stop himself from groaning when he felt her touch. On the other hand, Vicky couldn't understand why she was feeling this way towards a total and mysterious stranger who was hidden behind a mask. As the rules of the club, all members of the club are to put a mask on their faces for security reasons. But the workers were not allowed to put on masks. She stared at this man standing before her and noticed he had beautiful sets of green alluring eyes, which she finds fascinating. Initially, she tried looking away but felt herself lost in his gaze.

Even if they saw the resemblance— The eye color would throw them off. It's not like I can just wake up and change eye color. It doesn’t work like that. And then— “And let's not forget the mask,” Melina added. I nodded slowly. “…Yeah.” That too. Between the mask and the eyes— I had a shield. A strong one. I let out a long breath. One I didn’t even realize I had been holding. “Thank you, Mel…” My voice softened. “I feel… better.” She smiled slightly.

I snapped, knowing that this was a new dress, one that I had just bought, just for today. “Sorry about that, I wasn't looking where I was going." his deep and husky tone came through; his voice carried a powerful aura, one that I was capable of sending shivers down my spine. I finally lifted my gaze to meet him. He was wearing a mask, and even though it was all my fault, he still went ahead to apologise. “No. It's fine, I was the one who was not looking at where I was headed” I muttered and was just about to walk away but he held my hand. His touch was so cold, forcing me to yelp as it sent shivers down my spine.

He had been wearing a skin mask all these while. He flung the mask at Ivana. “You can have your Gilbert…” Ivana was stunned, eyes widening and tears rushing down her face. “Gilbert is really dead,” these were her words, she fell to the floor, grabbing onto the mask and holding it close to her chest. “Did you kill him?” She pointed accusing fingers at the guy, crying. He raised his hand in surrender. “Your father got someone to make that skin mask for me. He has the power and connections to get it done to perfection. I'm sure you already know that…”

The car beeps softly, unlocking. Just as John had described him, dressed in all black complete with a face mask and baseball cap, he is completely hidden behind the thick black dressing. “There he is,” Marsh mutters, eyes narrowing, focusing on his every move. The man slides into the driver’s seat, adjusts the mirror, then sits still for a moment. He exhales. A visible sigh fogs the inside of the windshield briefly. Then, with a brief pause… he reaches up. And removes the mask. Marsh’s hand flies to the keyboard. He slams the space bar and the footage freezes mid frame. The screen blurs for a split second before adjusting and clarifying.

I said without looking at her. She exhales sharply but obeys—barely. The masked man tilts his head. “The infamous Carlino,” he calls out, voice deep, distorted slightly by whatever device he’s using. My men stiffen. I don’t. “You breached my gate,” I replied evenly. “You drove through my perimeter like a child begging for attention.” A soft chuckle echoes from behind the mask. “And yet, here you are.” He’s close enough now that I can see the way he carries himself. Confident. Trained.

He sat perfectly still, but every line of his body screamed power. ​He wore a polished silver mask that covered the left half of his face, where the worst injuries were rumored to be. The mask was cracked in one place, giving it a brutal, shattered look. His visible features were sharp: a strong jawline, and one eye deep, icy black that was currently fixed on the patterns in the carpet. He looked like a fallen king, ruined but still terrifying. ​"Anya," my father mumbled, shoving me forward. "Meet Alpha Ronan."

Hence, as everyone turned outside again, their creased brows eased as they saw endless radiance converge, and Frank reappeared as they watched. Masked Man was so shocked his jaw almost dropped. "H-How did you get that power?" Frank chuckled. "Someone helped me, naturally—just like how you could trigger explosions by just pointing, but I couldn't." Masked Man laughed bitterly. "That means you were born to be a bad matchup for me. Guess my defeat isn't all that harsh in hindsight, as everything has been predetermined." "You're right that your defeat doesn't seem that bad, but you're wrong about it being predetermined."